Cheers! to Thirty Years.

Several months into Kristi and my relationship, we discovered that my parents and her parents were both married on the same exact day, same exact year. June 9th, 1979. We half-heartedly considered getting married on June 9th as well, but it fell on a Monday in 2008, and we weren't about to wait until 2012 (not with all the flack I would get from her friends...). The way my mind works instantly considered this coincidence a major score as it would be easier to remember our parents anniversaries. This year was the big 3-0 for our parents, and we were able to celebrate and surprise them both in different ways.

Can I get a couple family shots up in here?

The Millers (and one Montgomery)

The Thompsons (and two Millers)


In an unrelated note, this morning's trip to the lab at the family practice was a wonderful start to the week. Kristi and I both bring many things to our marriage, and one of the things that I bring is tolerance of needles. She is petrified of them and has passed out just by looking at the little things. She has even passed out while sitting outside of the doctor's room while her mother was getting a shot. The Ambulance was even called for her on that one. I on the other hand don't really mind them. This morning I went to the lab to get my blood taken for some tests (Don't worry everyone, just checking to verify that I have high cholesterol, I can't do anything about it, and am eventually going to die of heart troubles) and they specifically told me to fast for 8 hours before the test. So, I made sure not to consume my daily bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats to fulfill my doctor's request. Not feeling nervous at all, I sat down in the chair, the nurse began drawing blood, and I instantly turned into a 5 year old girl. Passed out cold. I woke up on the floor unable to move any of my extremities, then felt woozy again, and passed out a second time. After several minutes, and a cup of Pepsi, I finally realized what was going on and looked to the nurse for some comfort. I asked her if this happens often and she says only every couple of weeks. Fantastic.

Halfway to my house I realized that I had a large gash on my neck that was not there before my trip to the Family Practice. Perhaps I bashed my neck on something when I passed out? Seems like the nurse didn't find that information important enough to share with me. Kristi thinks she is a vampire.

To save all you men from humiliation, learn from my mistake, and consume sugary beverages before getting your blood drawn.